As kids we played this game where we squished the setting sun (I’m crushing your head!) between pointer finger and thumb as it set in the crimson sky. I remember feeling powerful, large all of that fire, heat snuffed out by my own small fingers crushed to the earth like so many embered bones. Do you remember? Holding that blazing thing in our very hands, shadows disappearing, dissolving day edges softening in the fading light; or are these memories like all else all these miles and chasms between us melted, gone?